As a young woman, I enjoyed my aunts’ stories about their misadventures with the men they loved to hate. Their exploits sat precariously on the edge of insanity, but boy oh boy were they fun to hear.
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The Path at Chambers Bay
I have been visiting my daughter in the Seattle area for the past nine days. The weather, for the first week, was cold and soupy. Each morning when I opened the blinds, a heavy mist covered the courtyard behind her apartment, leaving the giant pines, red maples, and boxwoods ominously silhouetted. For me, the weather was less … Continue reading The Path at Chambers Bay

